Naegi

“…Ah, wait for me!” I called out as I hurriedly ran after him― but my mind was elsewhere.

I couldn’t help thinking about the way Naegi looked at me in that last moment. His eyes seemed
to deliver to me a burning sense of unease. The boy named Makoto Naegi didn’t seem
particularly reliable, and had a weak presence… but in the depths of his eyes at that moment,
there was an incredible strength which seemed to emanate from his very core and shatter all my
previous notions of who this person was. He seemed to look at me with a dazzling aura―
whether there was a problem, whether he faced an unbeatable enemy, I knew he would always
have a strength so powerful he could never give up.

Such an unforeseeable person, staring directly at me with those eyes. I don’t understand how I
could feel so strangely about it, as though he were some unusual, mysterious force… However, I
doubt I’ll ever need to know. After all, he has nothing to do with me. And that’s not just a reason
I’m using because it suits me; I just genuinely feel as though he has basically nothing to do with
me.